The vitality of heaven and earth stopped gushing, the wind stopped, and the tables and chairs stopped moving.

Chen Moli was also the same as when he first entered this wine shop, and he didn't feel any terrible aura on his body.

However, his calm words continued to blow through the bodies of these students like a gale.

Ding Ning frowned slightly, and then spoke.

"Let's get out, so as not to mess things up and have to work hard to clean up." But before he could say anything, Chen Moli said this lightly, turned around calmly and walked out of the wine shop.

Xu Heshan's face became more and more ugly, but at the same time as Chen Moli turned around, he didn't follow immediately, but turned his head to look at Xie Changsheng and Nangong Caishu, lowered his voice and said, "If you lower the realm, it has nothing to do with cultivation." ”

The students present were all very smart, and they all understood the meaning of Xu Heshan's words.

In the case of putting aside cultivation, the key to determining victory or defeat often lies in the experience of facing the enemy and the skill of fighting.

"I understand. ”

Xie Changsheng looked at Chen Moli's back and said coldly: "Whatever you say is also a matter of face, so naturally we have to let the people who are the best at fighting go to war." ”

As soon as he said this, the eyes of all these students stopped on Nangong Caishu's body.

Among them, aside from the factor of cultivation, the one who is the most capable of fighting is this girl who looks the most delicate.

Nangong Caishu herself seems to be very aware of this.

Her face became solemn, and she didn't say anything, but she was the first to move, and she walked in the front.

Chen Moli stood still in the alley, he looked down at the ground, and saw several weeds growing in the cracks in the stones beside his boots.

He thought of the Liling Jun he followed, and in this Qin capital, he was also like a weed struggling to survive in the cracks of the stone.

But after today, will this situation be turned around?

And his countenance grew solemn.

He turned to look at Nangong Caishu, who walked to the opposite of him, bowed his head, and said, "Please!"

Nangong Caishu's eyes narrowed slightly, and she also bowed her head: "Please!"

The sound still echoed in this alley, but the sparrows on the surrounding plane trees suddenly flew up, and countless yellow leaves flew out from around Nangong Caishu's body.

When the wind suddenly rose, Nangong Caishu used a pure straight line, bringing out one afterimage after another, cutting towards Chen Moli's middle line.

A fish-patterned iron sword slashed out from her right hand, and it also slashed towards Chen Moli's head in an unusually straight posture.

As soon as the sword comes out, the old power disappears, and the new power is born.

Streams of true qi continued to erupt on the sword body, disappearing, and exploding.

In the cold air, there were constant waves of air.

It's just an unusually straight sword, but it feels like it's a myriad of swords.

This is her father's Liancheng sword trick of Nangong Pocheng, the general who guards Lishi County.

In the many recorded stories of battles with the Zhao Dynasty, Nangong Pocheng has many experiences of slashing several heavily armored chariots with one sword.

This is an extremely strong sword momentum that is controlled by true qi and continuously exerts force.

Chen Moli also had a strange light in his eyes, and he didn't expect that such a delicate girl would be so fierce when she made a move, and she could even be said to be mighty!

It's just that in the face of such a fierce sword, his reaction was just a flash of light in his eyes.

He didn't take a step back, and there seemed to be a crane chirping in the air.

His sword was unsheathed.

The hilt of his sword is white jade, and the sword body inside is also crystal white, thin and slightly transparent, with shallow feathers, which looks very delicate and fragile.

However, this sword turned sideways in an unusually simple and rude way, lifted up, and smashed towards the fish-patterned iron sword that was slashing from above.

There was a loud bang.

A wave of qi exploded around the two of them's bodies, and even the few soft weeds in the cracks in the stone under Chen Moli's feet were broken by the powerful and sharp sword qi.

Xie Changsheng and the others' eyes narrowed unconsciously.

No one thought that the seemingly fragile white sword in Chen Moli's hand could burst out with such power, and in such a short space, it could burst out with such a strong force.

The most important thing is that the white sword in his hand does not even have any scars at the moment, but it is constantly trembling.

However, the wide fish-patterned iron sword in Nangong Caishu's hand was already slightly bent.

A few strands of blood were flowing from her tiger's mouth to the hilt of the fish-patterned iron sword.

There were already a lot of scattered spectators in the alleys around Wutongluo, they might not be able to see the delicacy of this kind of battle, and what shocked them was that such a small body of Nangong Caishu could burst out with such power.

A scream of anger that made people's eardrums explode erupted from Nangong Caishu's lips at this time.

The soles of her boots made a near-popping sound, but she didn't take a step back.

She gritted her teeth, endured the pain, and stabbed Chen Moli's lower abdomen with her left hand.

At this moment, there was already a small cyan sword in her left hand.

The surface of this cyan sword has a lot of rattan patterns that are naturally formed because of casting, and when she stabs it up, the true qi that flows from this sword also makes it seem that there are many cyan vines growing in the air, making it impossible to easily see where the tip of the sword is pointing.

This is the Qingteng True Qi and the Qingteng Sword Technique of the Qingteng Sword Academy.

Ding Ning's face also became solemn.

It's no wonder that even the proud Xie Changsheng will give up his position and let Nangong Caishu fight, the Qingteng True Qi of the Qingteng Sword Academy and the Qingteng Sword Technique are difficult to cooperate, when Nangong Caishu was in the second realm, he had already let the two exert such power, and he was indeed a rare genius.

The sword intent came to his abdomen, and under the extremely fierce sword just now, there was such a feminine sword hidden, and even Chen Moli's face changed drastically.

He had an urge to unravel his true element.

However, he still forcibly controlled his impulses, and in this moment of lightning, his left hand also moved.

He had no sword in his left hand, but he had a scabbard, a rich green shark skin scabbard.

This scabbard suddenly turned into a puff of spring water, enveloping countless green vines growing upward.

All they heard was a soft bang.

It was the sound of a sword unsheathed.

All the green vine-like sword qi disappeared, and Nangong Caishu's face became snow-white.

All the students behind her gasped.

Her sword was in Chen Moli's sheath.

Among the countless green vines, in such a hurry, Chen Moli actually accurately grasped her true sword shadow, and used the scabbard to cover her sword with extreme accuracy.

And in the next moment, Chen Moli's movements did not stop.

Chen Moli held the end of the scabbard and continued to swing his sword.

The spring water continues to sway.

Nangong Caishu finally couldn't support it, her body was first pried up like a stone, and her heel left the ground, and in the next moment, her left hand holding the sword was shocked to the point that her fingers were released, and the small cyan sword she was holding was separated from her palm, like a bird caught in a cage, still trapped in the green scabbard in Chen Moli's hand.

Xie Changsheng lowered his head, his heart was very cold and angry, but he knew that it was nonsense to say anything at this time.

Xu Heshan and many other students' faces were also pale.

From the moment Chen Moli began to show his realm, they knew that this swordsman of the Great Chu Dynasty was very strong, but they didn't expect it to be so strong, even Nangong Caishu, who was considered by many teachers of the Qingteng Sword Academy to be the most combative among the students of the Qingteng Academy in decades, was defeated so simply that even the Qingteng Hidden Blade was snatched away with a scabbard.

Burst... Burst...

With two soft sounds, Nangong Caishu's feet fell to the ground, and two puffs of smoke and dust escaped from her feet.

After all, she was a very young girl, thinking of the teachings of those teachers in the Sword Academy on weekdays, and seeing the Qingteng Hidden Blade that she regarded as her life being taken away by the other party, she was extremely ashamed and angry, and even wanted to cry.

Chen Moli glanced at her.

He put away his sword.

The Qingteng Hidden Sword flew out of his scabbard and landed straight in front of Nangong Caishu, and at the same time, the white jade-like long sword in his right hand was steadily returned to the sheath.

This kind of posture is indescribably chic and elegant.

"To be able to cultivate the Qingteng True Technique and the Qingteng Sword Technique to this level in this kind of cultivation, you can indeed be proud, and you may be able to defeat me in the future. ”

He looked at Nangong Caishu seriously, and said sincerely without any pretentiousness.

Nangong Caishu didn't look at him.

She looked at the Qingteng Hidden Blade trembling slightly in the stone crack in front of her, she felt the helplessness and powerlessness of the Qingteng Hidden Blade, her nose was slightly sour, and she felt sorry for it.

She took a deep breath and rubbed her nose.

Then she drew the little cyan sword, and her face became extremely solemn again.

A faint blue light swept by, like a vine leaf growing in the air.

In the palm of her right hand, a shallow blood streak appeared, and several drops of blood poured out.

"Please Mr. Chen must live well, I will definitely defeat you. ”

She raised her bleeding right hand, and at the same time put the small cyan sword on her chest, and said seriously.

This is the sword oath of the Qin people.

In her opinion, losing is losing, winning is winning, and it doesn't matter at all whether there is something to be proud of and glorious in the process of winning and losing.

The point is that as long as there is a life, the loser must win back.

Chen Moli was silent for a few breaths.

Not because of fear, but because of respect and worry.

The Qin people have the heart of a tiger and a wolf, and even a girl like Changling, everything she shows today is enough to make any Chu person vigilant.

It's just that what needs to be done today must not be allowed to hold this girl and the students behind her back.

So his countenance became calm and cold again.

"Today's competition is actually unfair, because after all, I have more combat experience than you. ”

His gaze swept over Nangong Caishu Bai Shengsheng's palm, swept over the faces of Xie Changsheng and Xu Moshan and others, and then slowly said, "I'm only twenty-seven this year. ”

At this time, suddenly and solemnly mentioning one's age may be difficult for ordinary people to understand.

But these students are all practitioners.

Often, before they start their practice, they have read countless texts and heard a lot of teachings on the practice.

So they are all very clear about the true meaning of Chen Moli's sentence.